However, the second Northern Abyss disciple stopped him. "We can't rush out. We need to find the experts of Thousand Kings Holy Tower."
Rushing out would be an easy way to get killed. Sikong Buwang might not have gone far yet.
They had not dared rush out before because Sikong Buwang had been too terrifying. He had scared them senseless.
Before this, all the Northern Abyss disciples had been wondering why Sikong Buwang had suddenly gripped his sword. In the end, he had actually intended to kill someone—and the one he killed was Qiu Leiyin, one of the Ten Wind and Thunder Generals. It was sheer madness.
Only now did they finally come back to their senses.
Suddenly, the third Northern Abyss disciple said, "No, we should wait for the Mountain Lord to arrive. Capturing Sikong Buwang then would be the true great merit."
Even at a time like this, that third Northern Abyss disciple was still thinking about flattering Thousand Kings Holy Tower.
Yet what he said did make sense...
Whether they rushed out now or sought out the Thousand Kings experts to report Sikong Buwang, Northern Abyss Cold Mountain's flattery would not ring loudly enough. That would not count as any great merit.
If their Mountain Lord captured Sikong Buwang and personally delivered him to Thousand Kings Holy Tower, now that would be exciting.
Just as the Northern Abyss disciples were thinking about how to maximize their merit, Xu He's hoarse voice suddenly rang out. "Run! We run at once... split up and run!"
His voice was frenzied and urgent, instantly leaving the Northern Abyss Cold Mountain disciples dumbfounded.
Why run?
Sikong Buwang had not noticed them following him at all. Otherwise, he would have exposed them long ago.
But at once, every one of them realized it.